Today, I want to share a beautiful poem with all of you. Its all the more special as it has been written by my mother. Long back though.
I'm pretty sure,you'll love it.

I REMEMBER....

I remember...The moment I first saw youWhen I first looked into your eyesI felt a tremor,pass down my spineBut you remained unaffected.

I remember...The other timesFate put us together.The many efforts I madeTo reach out to youBut you remained indifferent.

I remember...How desperate I feltWhen I did not feelyour presence near,When I tried to let you knowhow much I yearned for you.But you never seemed to care.I remember...The day you were leavingAnd I saw you passing by..My eyes brimming withunshed tears,Wondering if you would take me along.But you never noticed.

I remember...The tumult I felt within meWaiting to reveal myfeeling to you,wanting to probe intoYour silence…

BOOK : WILD SWANS AUTHOR : JUNGCHANG (Pronounced as “Yung”) GENRE : NON-FICTIONThere was this 12 year old reading an extract of the book “Wild Swans” by Jung Chang. It’s an autobiographical narrative about the author, a Chinese woman , her mother and her grandmother. The trials and tribulations of the three women is “Wild Swans”. After 9 years, the girl gets to read the whole book. A long wait. Rewarded amply though. A worthwhile read. Something that will remain with her for a lifetime.The 12 year old is me. This “book report” is more emotional than factual.

The book begins with the author’s grandmother Yu fang born in 1909. Some interesting observations regarding erstwhile Chinese society are : weddings were fixed by parents even before children were born, wives were elder to husbands so that they could help them grow up, girls were considered to be a liability,prevalence of “bound feet” or “three-inch golden lilies” as they were called. To know more about the cruel practice of bound…

Yes,I go….. To the ends of my imagination… Beyond the valley and the moors… Beyond isolation… Bereft of any blanket…. In the numbing cold…. All I see is shadows in the mist. Illusions. Mirages. But not you. Yet I do not lose hope. I wait for you.

It was a crazy moment. I never realized things would get so serious. The last minute talk did not help. I did the ‘right’ thing before it was too late. I had learnt to live sans you. Now its you again. But I can’t do it anymore. My love is dead - like my unborn baby.

Somewhere there lie... Pieces of broken me. Gather I cannot But stare at them. Each is a memory - a part. A beautiful one. Desired,cherished,fulfilled. Yonder lay the heart- Empty,lone,aloof. No reflections, no names scribbled. Just a void. A grotesque wound. A frame without a picture. A drop of tear, And some petals dry...